Losing Life

A short poem entitled Losing Life. No matter the actions taken, we cannot escape the inevitable.

With every breath, I lose life;

With every step, I lose life;

With every moment that passes, I lose life,

Because, as time moves on, we lose life

And move closer to death; at death, we lose life,

And, in the end, life is always taken.

In The Sky

Getting to fly, you get to escape many of the things that trouble us. We get to escape the horrors that are occurring in our lives. By being in the sky, we can attempt to forget the what is going on beneath us.

 

In The Sky

 

High in the clouds,

Where only blue and white

Exist during the light of day,

Where birds fly by my side,

I leave behind the horrors

Of the solid earth;

I hear no sounds

Of the terrors I have left.

Micropoem

Lost and forgotten

Sat the caged bird.

Despite being in a protective space, a cage can have adverse effects on people. Being stuck in a cage, real or imaginary, can sometimes break a person, down to the point of depression. There are times when solitude brings enlightenment, but being lost and forgotten does nothing but make you feel lost.

The Curious Case of the Blossoming Clouds

It is official ladies and gentleman! My book, a collection of prose and poetry is now available for purchase on Amazon.com. I will be sure to add a link soon for the book to be purchased. Today is one of the happiest days of my life. If you buy the book, I hope you enjoy! 

UPDATE: It may still not be available today. For certain it will be available for purchase tomorrow.

Seaside 

Down on the sandy sea,

I await the call to be free,

To be released for oppression 

And desiring worldly possessions

And existing in this false reality.

While some call into question my sanity,

I understand that reality itself

Is a simple falsehood, I myself

Realize the futility of man,

The little we can

Do, and await to be taken

By the blue waters, waiting to be awakened.